Come Out, Come Out, Wherever You Are

Good things came to those who waited. And as the wind brought the enticing scent to his nose, the glinting canines unsheathed further from his jowls as his grin sharpened into a wicked snicker. However, still he remained stationary, waiting for his prey to make her appearance. He was a pool of darkness, with rubies for eyes and the ivory glint of his canines the only defining features of his hulking form in the shade of the wall. He shifted his weight, now resting on his belly, haunches coiled, front legs stretched before him.

He could almost have been considered cute, with all that fluff, beautiful with refined features, exotic compared to the wolves that wandered and lorded over the land. If it weren't for that grin, and the ruby red eyes. As the form of the female came into sight, he morphed his expression into one of complacent pleasantness, triangular ears perked, the long fur as the bases curling out in wavy tendrils. He'd groomed himself thoroughly after his drink in the lake, and his thick, flowing inky coat, with the heavy ruff necklacing his neck giving him the appearance of having a lion's mane, and the long fur draping from his sides and elbows, he made a striking figure.

His crimson eyes roved her frame, gauging his target. Pretty enough to be revolted and horrified suffictiently to make play fun, he decided, still retaining his station under the wall's shadows. It wasn't until she was close enough to see the audience she'd unknowingly traipsed into that he rose slowly, taking his time, until he sat proudly exotic features still carrying a seemingly genuine look of pleasant surprise. As though he hadn't known she was coming, and had perhaps been napping, or lost in thought.

His thickly accented, rumbling voice called out, smooth and eloquent, "Hello, miss. Come this way often?" Friendly. Charming. Perfectly well mannered. 'ware the riptide under your paws, little grey lark. You'll be swept to the sea before you can scream for help.